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So, failing a sudden emergence'a "meat-summoning" or "turnin' dust to gold" powers, I think it's about time I get a job, yeah?! I'mean, there's only so many ways you can trick a person into buying you lunch hit up charitable folks for a meal before that ol' conscience gets t'talkin'. And boy, lemme tell ya: between you and me? That thing, along with the stomach rumblin' about needin' food, and how food requires money, and how money requires work, meaning that logically time + hardwork = food/money (or something) gets real annoyin' after day four. It's criminal!
Anyway, work experience(s) include(s)!
- Two years workin' at a circus.
- Four years workin' at the docks.
- Six years workin' in a coal mine.
- A year an'ahalf work on'a train track.
- Six months bein' a mercenary. Thug. Prices non-negotiable
- A year or two takin' shifts at a brothel.
- Two days bein' a guard at a prison. Too boring.
- Eh. Five months in said prison?
- Um.
- Forgot the rest!
Anyone hirin'?